#203: Niggles

[An argument amongst friends.]

-Your hair is _fucking_ everywhere!
-Could you please hoover? I don’t want to have to ask you again.
-What are you saying?
-Your hair. It’s all over the couch. The bed.
-That’s what hair does.
-I know, but little hair pixies don’t come and pick them up you know.
-I know. What would you like me to do?
-I want you to hoover the house while I’m out! I want it done and I don’t want to talk about it again. I wish you’d pick up after yourself.
-Ok, ok. Where’s the hoover?
-In the cupboard! God, you.. you… you…
-I’m going out.

[She leaves. The other one sighs and then takes her book of the shelf and sits done in the mess to read.]